The sound of wheels echoed through the walls and corridors of the company building.
Not just any wheels — but thick, high-grade reinforced tires rumbling over the private delivery ramp of the Steele Complex. The security cameras caught the moment first, then Kara saw it on the internal monitor: a matte-black freight hauler bearing the gold-and-silver insignia of Aureole Hauling & Chemical Freight Co.
She blinked once. Then again. Then sat up straighter.
"Is that—?" she whispered, already rising from her chair.
Before anyone could even react, the Operations Room door burst open and Kara leaned out toward the lower atrium. "Rico! Deborah! Get to the rear dock. The oil's here!"
"What? Already?" Rico yelled.
Deborah's eyes were widened. "He's got a replacement? That was fast? Barely even 5 hours."
"Stop talking and move your damn feet!"
The trio hurried to the delivery ramp with some male workers, joining the team to help bring the oil into the store room.
